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Came Up! Video (MV)




Performed By: Roza
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Roger Giron Linares




Roza - Came Up! Lyrics




Ice on my wrist
Where I slit my wrist
Dirty money in the sink
Never put it in the bank
I came up from the mud roads
No shoes, cross the border, now we here hoe

I've been gone for a couple of days now
I don't know what to say to her now
Ocean drip when I hop out the crib now
Tell my mom that her boy has changed now
I got, 3 gold rings touching every check
I got, 2 gold chains hanging off my neck
I got, 1 broken heart, I can't fix it, shit
I might blow my brains out on some "f*ck it" shit

Ice on my wrist
Where I slit my wrist
Dirty money in the sink
Never put it in the bank
I came up from the mud roads
No shoes, cross the border, now we here hoe

Hey, I wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth and take a piss
F*ck a bitch then go to work
Whip my wrist inside kitchen
Then I do it all again
Gotta give my all in
There goes by another week
I'm coming back with a stack
I ain't gettin home 'til midnight
Need to get my money right
In my studio, mix audio
She give give fellatio
From the hood, but my meal costy
Chompin' on filet mignon
Ain't nothing critical
I'm cynical
Lil' snowbunny tied with rope
She no vanilla hoe
Niggas know how it goes
You gonna witness my glo
You dirty, go get some soap
I got some tec you can pour
In Puerto Rico, baggin' thotties
Like a young nigga should like
Like, like, like

Ice on my wrist
Where I slit my wrist
Dirty money in the sink
Never put it in the bank
I came up from the mud roads
No shoes, cross the border, now we here hoe
Never safe on any block that we stand, woah
Traffic high, gang ties, never live slow
Live fast, die young, that's the motto
Free the guys, F*ck 12, guns to the sky
Let 'em all die!
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Ice on my wrist
Where I slit my wrist
Dirty money in the sink
Never put it in the bank
I came up from the mud roads
No shoes, cross the border, now we here hoe

I've been gone for a couple of days now
I don't know what to say to her now
Ocean drip when I hop out the crib now
Tell my mom that her boy has changed now
I got, 3 gold rings touching every check
I got, 2 gold chains hanging off my neck
I got, 1 broken heart, I can't fix it, shit
I might blow my brains out on some "f*ck it" shit

Ice on my wrist
Where I slit my wrist
Dirty money in the sink
Never put it in the bank
I came up from the mud roads
No shoes, cross the border, now we here hoe

Hey, I wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth and take a piss
F*ck a bitch then go to work
Whip my wrist inside kitchen
Then I do it all again
Gotta give my all in
There goes by another week
I'm coming back with a stack
I ain't gettin home 'til midnight
Need to get my money right
In my studio, mix audio
She give give fellatio
From the hood, but my meal costy
Chompin' on filet mignon
Ain't nothing critical
I'm cynical
Lil' snowbunny tied with rope
She no vanilla hoe
Niggas know how it goes
You gonna witness my glo
You dirty, go get some soap
I got some tec you can pour
In Puerto Rico, baggin' thotties
Like a young nigga should like
Like, like, like

Ice on my wrist
Where I slit my wrist
Dirty money in the sink
Never put it in the bank
I came up from the mud roads
No shoes, cross the border, now we here hoe
Never safe on any block that we stand, woah
Traffic high, gang ties, never live slow
Live fast, die young, that's the motto
Free the guys, F*ck 12, guns to the sky
Let 'em all die!
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Writer: Roger Giron Linares
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